My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 12 Xia Xilin's Response
Someone was silent.

Someone screamed.

Someone feels the same way.

Some scoffed.

There was a commotion in front of the entire teaching building, everyone was walking back and forth in a daze, and the class bell rang over and over again.

Apparently, high school put a group of rabbits in heat into the same cage to let them vent on each other.

And this piece of news completely aroused the uneasiness in the rabbit's heart and the confusion about the future.

The boys want to tear off their shirts and scream to the world: "My fate is up to me!"

Or climb up to the rooftop and complain to the blue sky: "One day, I will tear up this false starry sky."

If this doesn't work, then pretend to be more serious, stand at the school gate, look at the bustling crowd, and ask the most powerful question: "To be to be or not to be, that's a question."

It is really a literary and artistic hot-blooded two-parter who pretends to be sexy.

Sato Asuka was completely stupefied, even if he was as slow as him, he had faintly noticed that the development of the situation had completely deviated from the track he expected.

Although there will still be people who will find trouble with that man, but there will definitely be more troubles for him.

Because this report bears the seal of the news agency, and people will only think that he is the one who broke the news.

The person who broke the news will naturally be corrected when the account is settled, but he will definitely be the scapegoat on the surface.

Will the Xiaxi family let themselves go?

Sato Asuka, bathed in the spring light of April, felt cold all over his body.

The teacher rushed over after hearing the news, tore up the news, and the security guards entered the venue to disperse the onlookers.

A farce seems to be gradually ending.

But, can it be that simple?

The instigator of all this smiled in the dark, indicating that this is just the beginning.

……

Xia Xilin felt very strange today.

This feeling has enveloped her from the first step she stepped into the school gate.

Under the shade of trees, by the side of the path, on the court, in the classroom, it seems that as long as I don't pay attention, the eyes of the whole world will instantly focus on me.

That kind of feeling is like being on a dark stage, being locked by the spotlight, no matter where you go, you can't get rid of it.

"Is something on my face?"

She turned her head and looked at the window.

The bright glass reflected the girl's beautiful face. She didn't have much expression, only a slight frown of doubt. The sea breeze blowing from Tokyo Bay didn't make a ripple in her clear and charming eyes.

There is nothing on the face
When Xia Xilin turned his eyes to those who were peeping at him, he was calm again.

No one answered her question.

The atmosphere was extremely weird, the boys were fidgeting, and the girls bowed their heads in silence.

Everything was incompatible with her.

This feeling is really annoying! ! !

I've almost forgotten about it! ! !

"Ding Dong"

There was a sound from the pocket.

She took out her phone and received a message from Sachiko Shiraishi on Line.

[Miss, please look. ]
Below is a picture.

The content on the picture is today's "Beichuan School News".

Xia Xilin froze for a moment, holding the phone without moving, time seemed to stand still, only when the breeze blowing from the window stroked his bangs, could people realize that time was still passing.

After thinking for a long time, she sent back a message.

[I will wait for you at the news agency in 10 minutes. ]
She stood up, walked onto the podium, squinted her eyes slightly, and exuded a strong dangerous aura from her whole body.

"Today's matter." Xia Xilin shook her finger and announced to the class very kindly: "Don't let me hear you talking, otherwise."

"I'll send your family to Tokyo Bay to fish you up."

The whole classroom was silent.

No one dared to meet her gaze.

Xia Xilin was very satisfied with their performance, so she didn't embarrass them, and walked out of the classroom with a straight face.

Sure enough, it's better to be aloof.

Listening to the deliberately lowered voice discussions from around me, I walked on the sunny corridor.In a trance, there was a feeling of going back in time.

Due to some special reasons, Xia Xilin grew up in Hiroo Town, Hokkaido in her childhood.

It was a very remote place.

Communication basically relies on roaring, and public security basically relies on dogs.Although this description is a bit exaggerated, the commuter bus runs every two hours, which is considered frequent.

Xia Xilin has been a beauty since she was a child, more beautiful than anyone else anywhere.

In that small town where mountains, seas, white snow, countryside, and coniferous forests can be seen as far as the eye can see, she is so beautiful that it surpasses the sun, the moon, and the mountains and rivers.

But this beauty did not bring her luck.

No matter where Xia Xilin goes, she can always easily become the focus of the crowd. Everyone who passes by her looks at her with surprise.

These actions of treating her as a monster broke Xiao Natsuki's heart every time.

She once worried very seriously, is she really that strange looking?Is it really that unacceptable?

In a small town where the population keeps fleeing, Natsuki's troubles became more serious when she was in elementary school.

The facial features are as delicate as if polished by hand, and the slender limbs are white and tender, as if they would break if they were folded.Her eyes are brighter than anyone else's, and the timid look under the long eyelashes makes her stand out even more among a group of little dolls.

Like a colorful sailboat floating in a gray ocean, it shines brightly, even though she doesn't want it that way.

After arriving in Tokyo, things got much better.Although she is still the focus of the crowd, at least she will not be regarded as a weirdo.

Just, what happened today?
Walking down from the classroom of the third year of high school, when passing the corridor of the second year of high school, I passed the boy last night.

what do you say that is?

It seems to be called Fujiwara Starry Sky.

Xia Xilin glanced at each other.

He was also a little surprised when he saw himself, but quickly bowed, expressed his thanks, and turned to leave.

There was no nervousness, no timidity, and no opportunity to strike up a conversation with myself.

Could it be that he was planning behind it?
Such thoughts just flashed through her mind, and soon subsided.

A high school student who is so ordinary in every way, how could he have so many bad intentions.

Come out of the classroom and come to the news agency located in the club activity building.

It's morning class time and the doors are closed.

Xia Xilin raised her foot and kicked the door, causing the door to fall to the ground.

He walked in, pulled up a chair, and picked up a morning school newspaper.

She crossed her legs and watched the news quietly.

There is one thing to say, the fabricated news is really disgusting, but the last summary is still of great reference value.

After entering junior high school, Xia Xilin came to Tokyo from Hokkaido. Because of an uncle who was a cabinet minister, she knew a lot about social issues related to national affairs.

This news is indeed very comprehensive and has a certain effect.

But it's a pity that it just raises a question and does not have a corresponding solution.

While I was thinking carefully, someone walked in from outside.

Sachiko Shiraishi grabbed Sato Asuka's tie, dragged him all the way in, and threw him on the ground like trash.

"Miss, someone brought it."

After speaking, Sachiko Shiraishi stood aside like a sculpture.

"Miss Natsuki." The panicked Sato Asuka didn't dare to do anything. He knelt down with his knees together, raised his head and chest, put his hands together on his thighs, and then knelt deeply on the ground.

Get off the seat in a standard taxi.

"very sorry."

"please forgive me."

Xia Xilin looked at him quietly.

After realizing that he had no intention of continuing to speak, he stretched out one foot, and the sole of the shoe lightly pressed against his face.

Push hard.

Asuka Sato fell back several meters.

But he didn't dare to make other movements, and he didn't care about the burning pain on his face, so he hurried back and continued to kneel on the ground.

"Please forgive me. I didn't do this."

Xia Xilin leaned against the back of the chair, crossed her legs, and put her hands on her chest: "Who is it?"

"It's because I don't know a boy wearing a mask and a peaked cap"

"Ok?"

"Really. I really don't know who it is. Please believe me."

Sato Asuka's bowels are turning green now, and he doesn't know how to spit out the bitterness in his stomach.

Xia Xilin looked at him expressionlessly, and waved at Sachiko Shiraishi.

"Hi!"

The Shiraishi sculpture suddenly lifted Sato Asuka and punched him in the stomach.

"Ugh."

Sato Asuka's eyes were dizzy, his muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and he fell to the ground and twitched continuously.

When the brain was still completely unable to think, Xia Xilin's voice came again.

"who is it?"

"Ahem. I really don't know that person covered his face on purpose."

Sachiko Shiraishi kicked with her toe, and Satou was turned over like a pancake. She raised her foot, aimed at his stomach, and stomped down heavily.

"Wow."

Severe pain hit, but was soon overwhelmed by discomfort, Sato Asuka twitched and vomited immediately.

The April spring breeze blew, and the cherry blossoms floated in along the window and fell on the side of the girl's white flat shoes.

Xia Xilin thought the picture was beautiful.

Be it cherry blossoms, flat shoes, black stockings, or the stretch of white and smooth thigh exposed between the socks and the hem of the skirt.

Everything is beautiful.

So she decided that it would not be difficult for this poor guy who was being used as a weapon for the time being.

So he turned around and told Sachiko Shiraishi: "Go and check the surveillance in the morning, find the person, and other things."

Speaking of this, she hesitated for a moment, but finally said: "Then call Fujiwara Hoshikora over, I have something to tell you."

(End of this chapter)